Chapter Twenty-Eight: Little Immortals, Where Do They Come From?
"Cherish the court, light the candles!" commanded the little master
I saw that the white curtain revealed a little candle flame the size of a bean, and the spiraling halo with the carefully woven texture made the graceful figure of the girl cast on the curtain look particularly blurry.
"Hmph! The people of this academy just like to pretend!" The slender fingers wrapped around the curly hair hanging down from the ears, the long thin eyebrows were like small snakes swimming, and the eyes were wandering, and the woman who spoke was abnormal.
"Sixth sister, this time I'm in charge, don't mix with it!" The voice was loud, and a short man sat next to the slender woman. He is actually quite tall, but the shoulders like a long causeway and the chest as thick as a city wall give people the first impression that he is stocky.
"I know, I know! Of course, such a trivial matter is handled by the second brother, and I, Xin Siniang, am too lazy to worry about it!" After speaking, he leaned lazily on the arms of the short man, twisting gently, like a snake waking up from hibernation.
In the face of such beauty, the short and strong man smiled wryly, and begged helplessly, "Sixth sister, suck less, I may have to do it these days." ”
"I know, I know! It's all because of the layout in this Yuwu Palace, it's either cold iron, or cold star, it's really deadly, fortunately there is a big furnace with the vigor of the second brother by his side, otherwise the little sister will definitely freeze!" Xin Siniang put her eyebrows on the arm of the short man, as if she was going to fall asleep.
At this time, behind the curtain on the stage, a tall figure was changed, and the audience knew that it was the little master, but they were confused about the little master's arrangement.
Just now, the master took the stage, but he did not sit down to start the lecture, but asked the disciples to pull up a white curtain in front of the pulpit, and then a graceful woman lit a candle behind the curtain.
"Today I will not only talk about Xi Wei, but also about the cave candle and the light!" the little master's voice came from behind the curtain.
As soon as the words came out, the whole hall was shocked.
"Go to his Sanqing Sage Buddha Bodhisattva, don't you want to scare people to death!" A lecturer in Shenyu Mansion was so shocked that he couldn't say anything.
It's really scary!
If you only talk about Xi Wei, although it is amazing and not scary, after all, there are very few people in the world who refine the gods to Xi Wei, but there are still so many little immortals on the surface.
If you talk about the cave candle again, although it is a little scary, it will not scare people to death, after all, "the world is a song of white river sorrow, nine giant plum fairies in the world", two land immortals, one is trapped in death, and the other lives in Hanhai, although it has not been seen for many years, but at least let people know that there are still these two dragon pythons in the rivers and lakes.
But when it comes to light, it will frighten people to death! How can there be a heavenly man in the world? If this little master of the academy talks about light, he will not be a heavenly man in the world!
The little master's words frightened everyone, and of course the short man and the bewitching woman sitting in the corner.
Xin Siniang raised her head from her second brother's arms, looked up at her brother's bull nose, and said worriedly, "Second brother, he really arrived at the light?
The short man stared at the little master on the lookout, and asserted, "Impossible, his little body with insufficient qi and blood, I don't believe it!"
Not only did the short and stout man not believe it, but even his own family members in the academy were shocked and suspicious. Diao Yi held the high crown on his head, and the nasolabial folds were sunk deeper. Bai Shaoxian rolled over a large area of the whites of his eyes, and the tread wrinkled tighter. Even the grass monk standing on the right side of the podium twisted the Buddhist beads given by the old monk before going down the mountain, thinking, "The blind man has blown it up this time!"
Regardless of the fright and suspicion of everyone in the audience, the little master behind the curtain was still quiet.
"It's a curtain, a candle behind the curtain, what do you see in front of the curtain?" the little master asked the audience.
"Hazy Firelight"
"Clear Figure"
Hearing the response of everyone in the audience, the little master smiled slightly, raised his hand to extinguish the candle, and asked, "This is a curtain, there are no candles behind the scenes, what do you see in front of the curtain?"
"It's just a curtain, right?"
"yes! only the curtain!"
A sparse answer came from the audience, and the little master took out the flint from his sleeve and lit the candle again, so that the hazy fire and the clear figure appeared on the curtain again, and then he concluded, "This is Xiwei!"
Everyone was confused, and the little master broke the mystery.
"It is only because there is a candle behind the curtain that you can see the figure in front of the curtain. Similar to this, there is also a large curtain between heaven and earth, and the things in front of the curtain can be seen clearly, but the things behind the scenes cannot be seen. Only a candle is lit behind the scenes, although faintly, but you can also observe the light and shadow behind the scenes. If you find the candle, you will find the Xiwei, if you light the candle, you will reach the Xiwei, and if you see the figure clearly, you will be able to break the Xiwei. So, congratulations to everyone, it's all gone."
The little master spoke, and ignored everyone in the audience, either pondering or puzzled. Picking up the bamboo pole leaning against the corner of the wall, he gently stretched it forward, and the tip of the bamboo pole poked a small hole in the curtain. He pulled back the bamboo pole from the curtain and knocked on the lepit board reflexively, pulling everyone's thoughts back. The little master said again, "Xi Wei just now, now the cave candle!"
Everyone in the audience looked up, and through the small hole in the curtain, they could just see the candle flame burning and dancing behind the curtain.
"Through the faintness of the candlelight, you can see the unknown light and shadow, but between the known and the unknown, the familiar and the unfamiliar, there is still a major scene. Instead of looking at the shadow and guessing the type, it is better to break the wall and steal the light, and watch the fire from the hole, so that it is clear at a glance. Congratulations again, you've already made a candle!"
There are talented and intelligent people in the audience, and they already feel that there is a flash of inspiration.
At this time, the little master gradually walked towards the curtain from behind the curtain, his steps were even, and his voice was clear.
"Watching the fire through the hole, although the light can be seen, the vision is narrow. Only step by step, step by step, step by step approaching the curtain, stretching out your hand, or stretching out your palm, or clenching your fist, to break the curtain!"
"Bla~" Buang's tearing voice remembered that the little master had already torn the curtain. Standing in front of the stage, shaking his shirt, he continued, "The curtain is broken, not only the world is clear, but the candlelight behind the curtain is also close at hand!"
Only then did the little master sit down at the podium, pick up the tea that had been prepared for him to moisten his throat, and drank it all.
A student in the audience timidly asked, "Little Master, are we naked again?"
The little master was amused by his silliness, and laughed, "Well, you're naked!"
Xi Wei, hole candles, and light are taught by the little master in this superficial and almost joking way, which is ridiculous, but thought-provoking.
"The little master is talking about martial arts?" the ugly tiger looked up and asked Diao Yi
"The little master is talking about the art of war, right! As a general, don't you have to observe others and yourself, and know all kinds of details?" Qianyu asked Qianqi sideways
"The little master seems to be breaking the heart barrier?" Qiongzi whispered to July
"Little junior brother, what is the master talking about?" Qi Manfu asked Sun Pingshan with sweat, and then he thought that his junior brother had never said a word, so he had to mumble to himself.
"Second brother, what kind of doorway?" the demon woman asked the short man with a frown.
The short and stout man did not answer, but gently pushed Xin Siniang away, and stood up, his thick body in the hall where no one was standing, which was particularly eye-catching.
He still made a loud urn, but the sound rolled through the hall like thunder,
"Reckless man and ugly, ask the little master!"
Everyone who was still reminiscing about the lesson just now was awakened.
Diao frowned, and whispered, "It's not easy!"
Bai Shaoxian's back is slightly arched, like a tiger twisting his waist out of the box.
The atmosphere was solemn, but there was no one to support him, so how could the people of the academy be worried about the little master? Moreover, this person asked for advice by name, but the little master had not spoken up, and the students in the audience did not dare to exceed the rules. I had to look at the still quiet little master on the stage and wait for the following.
Meng Yiwei was holding the teacup, and couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart, "It's really here!"
It's just that he didn't expect it to be in such a grand way, which surprised him, and the person who came seemed to be of a high level!
Putting down the teacup, Meng Yiwei also stood up, and even bowed his hand, but his voice was cold.
When everyone heard the little master, they asked,
"Little fairy, where did you come from?"