Spiritual practice is a tedious and repetitive process.

It is like absorbing the essence of the sun in the morning, and the moon in the night, as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the cycle repeats itself.

After entering the congenital, Jiang Xiaobai did not slack off for half a minute, and was lazy for half a day.

Congenitally, knocking on the fairy gate, the heart is opened, and it is a mysterious and magnificent new world.

Jiang Xiaobai naturally wanted to dig and explore and have a deeper understanding.

And the way for him to re-understand this world is to verify the Tao law and talisman recorded in the Taoist scriptures.

Before entering the congenital, the internal qi does not appear, and the Tao and Fu seals recorded on the Dao Collection are just a bunch of words and symbols for him, in which the Tao rhyme and truth are not known.

Now, after being born, he is like an ignorant beginner, turning out the Taoist treasures he had read before and studying them, day and night, reading them at night.

Like a talented ghost who has been hungry for ten days and nine nights, even when eating, he holds a book in his hand, sometimes frowning and looking puzzled, sometimes his eyebrows are stretched and his face is smiling.

Sometimes, after eating a meal for a long time, the rice in the bowl only begins to take a bite, and then it has not moved, completely staring at the book; sometimes the chopsticks are pinched outside for a long time, and nothing is pinched, and they are still sent to the mouth, biting the chopsticks dryly, and the face is still enjoying it, as happy as if they have eaten some kind of elixir and jade dew.

The little girl Jiang Xiaolu looked depressed, and felt that her brother had been stupid in the past few days, what was so good about those difficult Taoist scriptures, and they were not interesting villain books.

Jiang Xiaolu can understand that he has this obsession with reading villain books, but he doesn't understand that his brother Jiang Xiaobai is so fascinated by reading the Taoist scriptures.

This is the child's thinking of the world.

In the afternoon, the spring sun was bright and the wind was smooth.

Under the pink peach tree, Jiang Xiaobai took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and spread it on the stone table.

The ink is ordinary ink, and the paper is yellow surface paper.

He cut the yellow sheet paper into square strips that were a few feet long and a few feet wide, poured ink into the inkstone, and then picked up a brush and dipped it in ink.

On the edge of the inkstone, the ink on the tip of the brush was evenly painted, Jiang Xiaobai stood on the edge of the table, calm and calm, and muttered a spell in his mouth.

The upper part is to protect the body, and the lower is to bind the ghosts and subdue the evil, and all the dead and alive will destroy my eternal life, and I am as urgent as the law!

This water is extraordinary water, the northern nondeng water is a little in the inkstone, the clouds and rain must be swallowed by the sick, the diseases are eliminated, the evil ghosts swallow it, and it is immediately crushed, and it is as urgent as the law!

The Jade Emperor has an edict, the divine inkstone is in all directions, the gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the divine inkstone is lightly grinded, and the thunderbolt is light, and it is as urgent as the law!

The Jade Emperor has an edict, the Divine Ink is like a cloud and mist, the above nine-star Divine Ink is lightly grinded, and the thunderbolt dispute is as urgent as a law!

He recited several fragmented words one after another, and it was recorded in the Taoist scriptures that these were several mantras that must be recited before drawing the talisman.

They are the pen spell, the water spell, the inkstone spell, and the ink spell.

When he had finished reading this paragraph, he took the pen in his hand and put pen to paper on the yellow table.

He is no stranger to this lesson, when he was a child to learn these related scriptures, he practiced, but the talisman he drew was a piece of paper with a ghost talisman, which was useless.

He hasn't practiced in years.

Taoist painters, pay attention to the luck of thinking, and draw the talismans to be drawn in one go, without any interruption in between.

There are three basic parts of the Dao symbol, the talisman head, the talisman and the talisman foot, and the middle strokes are complex, and if there is a slight error, it will not work.

This is what he has learned and understood, and he has followed what he said in the Tao Sutra, as for whether it can be done, that is his purpose.

The current Jiang Xiaobai is holding the attitude of verification and exploration, to re-verify what he has learned, and what he has verified, such as "Enlightenment Chapter", can exhale and refine qi and cultivate into a positive body, that is true.

As for the talisman recorded in the Taoist scriptures, he will try it now to see if it is true.

It's such a simple idea.

He hadn't painted it for a long time, and it took him three times to draw a fire charm with relatively simple strokes.

The moment Fu Cheng put away his pen, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Because in his heart, the yellow table paper on the table is no longer ordinary paper, and there is a trace of red light on the paper, and it is obvious that this talisman has been completed.

Paper is the bone, the ink is the tendon, and the true qi swims in it, which constitutes a kind of thing called "field".

He pinched the flame talisman and threw it in front of him, and a true qi was injected, and the talisman spontaneously ignited out of thin air, turning into a ball of flames the size of an egg.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at this scene, with a sense of satisfaction and expectation, and the first talisman seal was made, and it was off to a good start.

He waved his hand, and the flame was blown away by a gust of wind.

Then, perking up his spirits, he continued to spread ink and paper, and continued.

Time is like a quiet flowing water, and the sun has reached the bottom of the west mountain from the three poles.

At dusk, the pink peach blossoms are plated with a layer of pale gold.

Under the peach blossom tree, there is yellow table paper everywhere, horizontally and vertically, and the yard is all over with the breeze.

"Ugh..."

With a sigh, Jiang Xiaobai put down his pen, and there was a talisman seal that was only half drawn.

At this time, his face was a little tired and a little disappointed.

He painted for an afternoon and painted more than forty kinds of sigils, but only five or six were made.

Most of the detailed talismans in the Taoist Sutra are fake.

It can't be said to be "fake", many of them have gone wrong when they reach the foot of the talisman, and the true qi can't run in the lines, can't close the end, and can't echo in the cycle.

It's like a water pipe is blocked, and it can't be passed up and down, so it naturally can't form a "rune field" and can't communicate with the aura of heaven and earth.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaobai knew that some of the talismans were wrong before he finished drawing.

This result naturally disappointed him a little when he was full of expectations.

Even the well-documented talismans and seals made mistakes in the writing, breaking the inheritance, not to mention the broken words.

It's a disappointment, it's better to say it's a regret,

Jiang Xiaobai sat quietly for a moment under the tree in the courtyard, slowly clearing the thoughts in his heart.

In the final analysis, he was still a little anxious, wanting to verify it, but he was afraid of being disappointed.

I am fortunate to have gained, but I have lost my life.

He thought for a moment and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Hmph"

At this moment, a soft snort of displeasure reached his ears.

Jiang Xiaobai turned his head and was stunned.

The little girl stood in front of the hall door, crossed her waist, staring at him with big eyes, and looked at him unhappily.

Rhubarb was beside him, sticking out his tongue and also "Wang" at him.

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but squint and smile when he saw Jiang Xiaolu's cute appearance of anger.

"Girl, what are you glaring at me?"

He laughed.

"Brother, you don't cook yet, the fawn's stomach is barking. ”

Jiang Xiaolu puffed out his mouth, full of resentment, his brother has become more and more disagreeable these days.

Jiang Xiaobai listened to the little girl's grievances, looked up at the sky, and suddenly looked at it.

He patted his head, oops, and quickly got up.

"I'm forgetful again, let's go, good girl, I'll make you my favorite braised pork today. ”

He laughed and carried the little girl into the house with one hand.

At sunset, the gold was plated on the two people and a dog in front of the hall, dragging out a slender black shadow.

In the house, the faint sound of laughter and dog barking adds a bit of spring to the farmhouse.

(Try your best to fulfill the promise of the three more today, maybe a little late, but I will not break my promise, thank you for your tolerance and support.) ）