Qinghe view, bamboo forest hut.

Sun Ren supported Xu Ji, and the two walked out step by step.

"Now you know how awesome?"

"Shhh This Liang layman...... The strength is too great! Xu Ji rubbed his right arm and grinned.

At first, he thought that his eldest brother was exaggerating, but he didn't really accept it until he handed it over himself.

Liang Jushi's fist power is that of Senior Brother Hu, who has been successful in refining skin a few days ago, I am afraid that it can't be compared!

The two sides are fighting, and it is difficult to even punch and kick the opponent, what else is there to fight?

Especially this Liang layman not only has great strength, but also has a very high talent for fighting enemies.

No matter how Xu Ji changed his moves, he seemed to be able to see through the reality at a glance, only one set of Taizu long fists, wide open and closed, and there was no discipline, but Xu Ji had no temper at all.

What Xu Ji didn't know was that Liang Jing had the realm of "quietly observing his own body", and the so-called fist and foot routines were easy for him.

It is because Liang Jing is not confined to various boxing forms, and when facing the enemy, he only sees the opportunity to come, which is easy to use and what to use.

Coupled with his strength comparable to that of a good skin refining hand, this unpretentious Taizu long fist seems to be tailor-made for him.

Xu Ji endured the pain on his body and asked Sun Ren: "Big brother, how much silver was in the hand of the layman just now?" ”

When he left, Liang Jing handed over the medicinal wine, and did not forget to stuff a handful of silver for the two.

Sun Ren pinched his arms and lowered his voice, "It's estimated that there are six dollars!" ”

"So much?!"

"It's worth it."

"Value, value, value!"

……

Seeing Sun Ren and Xu Ji walk away, Liang Jing turned around and went to the hut. A sparring of boxing also benefited him a lot.

Sun Xu and the others are masters among the firework disciples in Guanzhong, with strong qi and blood, plus they are from the martial arts hall, according to what he said, few of the hundreds of firework disciples can stabilize them.

This also gave Liang Jing a general understanding of his own strength: physical cultivation is stronger than that of the green belt, but slightly inferior to the skin refining expert of the red belt.

Only strength may have some advantages; But after all, the skin and flesh do not coagulate, and the qi and blood do not gather, so it is worse after all.

As for the fighting technique, although he only practiced one set of Taizu Long Fist, with the realm of "contemplating his own body", he could master the body and coordinate himself when fighting, and he always had amazing skills.

"I don't need to practice too much advanced kung fu, after practicing the seven martial arts skills, with my life skill practice, it is enough to protect me."

Liang Jing thought about it in his heart, put away the tea sets, tables and chairs in his hands, waited until everything was calm, and then turned out a scripture book and studied it carefully.

On the cover of the book is written "Taifu Sutra".

This scripture is passed down from ancient times, and its status in the Taoist classics is also very high, and the author is said to be the ancient holy emperor, and it is also said to be the true high way of immortals, and it is difficult to trace the source.

Flip to where you last read:

"The heart is born of things, dies of things, and the machine is in the eyes."

Liang Jing circled this sentence with a pen, and there was a comment named "Ren Zhenren" at the bottom: "The heart is the master of one body, the gods are handsome, and the tiredness of all things is born from the heart, dies from the heart, and is born from the heart." ”

The word "heart" in this verse can be interpreted as: thoughts, thoughts; Then this sentence can be interpreted as: all thoughts come from things, go from things, and the key to it is in the eyes.

"The mind is born from things, so don't look at it, because seeing may not be believing, but it will deceive the heart, and many keys in this world must be experienced with your heart to see clearly."

Liang Jing carefully speculated on the interpretation of this scripture and corroborated it with the commentaries of other masters, and had his own understanding, but is it right? But I don't have much certainty, after all, I have less confidants.

He had no choice but to write down some doubts and ask for advice in the future.

………………

East of the city, Daohui Division.

The chess game in front of Feng Shixiu and Wu Xiancheng has been replaced by a few side dishes, showing a blue and white color, quite elegant.

Wu Xiancheng's face darkened, he looked at the dishes in front of him, and said unceremoniously: "All Daomen meals have their own good taste, why are the dishes of your Taoist Division so plain?" Didn't you deliberately present it to catch up with customers? ”

Feng Shixiu pinched the corners of his forehead, and replied angrily: "If you have a good taste, it is Qingheguan!" That's the way I'm going to eat this food, if Brother Wu wants to taste some flavors, go out and face south, so I can't give it away. ”

Hearing this, Wu Xiancheng was not angry, the two of them were friends in the world, and now they met in this remote county, although it was a coincidence, but it was also more friendly.

He chuckled and said, "I heard that the dishes in Qinghe Guan are first-class in color, flavor and flavor, and there is also a private room in the kitchen, which is specially set up for formal disciples and distinguished guests. It's a pity not to set up a signboard and become a restaurant in such a good place! ”

Although he said with a smile, he was sarcastic in his words, and he almost wanted to leave.

Feng Shixiu raised his head, twisted his eyebrows and sighed: "Diao people in a remote place, even if they tear up a Taoist robe, they can't avoid this nature of greedy enjoyment!" ”

Wu Xiancheng pointed to a few dishes on the table and sneered, "If it's just for enjoyment, do you know how many life lawsuits there are in Su County every year?" ”

"Seventeen!"

"There are ten of them involved in the 'masters' in the Qinghe Temple!"

"This is still handed to the county government, those who can't be handed over, and they can't make a sound when they sink in the Songshui River, and what is geometry?!"

"Relying on power and power, power and blessing! In the entire Su County, who doesn't know that in addition to the county government, it belongs to the Qinghe Temple, which is the 'official palace view' that is the most difficult to provoke! ”

Wu Xiancheng's series of words, first slow and then fast, and then angrily reprimanded them later, and the Taoist meeting was in the elegant room, and there were bursts of echoes.

"Daohui, county officer, but what do you have to order?" The servant standing at the door, a little clever, hurriedly came to the door and asked.

"It's nothing, stand down."

Feng Shixiu commanded towards the door, and then turned back to comfort: "Brother Wu dissipates his anger, dissipates his anger." ”

Wu Xiancheng drank a cup of tea and temporarily suppressed his anger.

"Brother Wu said this, Lou Zhixian doesn't care?"

It's okay not to mention it, but when Wu Xiancheng mentions it, he becomes more and more angry, "In addition to chanting scriptures and listening to dramas every day, what else can the surnamed Lou do?!" ”

Feng Shixiu chuckled: "This is really the answer." ”

Wu County Chengqi said: "What should you do?" ”

Feng Shixiu explained with a smile: "Before I came to office, I heard Zhao Daoji say a piece of news in Beijing. ”

"Said: Wen Xianggong and Wang Xianggong disputed, saying that the local Taoist Buddha Temple was harmful; Wen Xiang said that the people are all going to it, why should they say harm; Wang Xianggong said, yes, the people are good at scriptures and good at listening to dramas, but they are not good at farming. ”

"Hahaha!"

Wu Xiancheng shook his head and laughed, "Wen Xianggong is ridiculous. ”

Feng Shixiu also added: "In March, Wen Xianggong resigned on the grounds of old age and infirmity, and went back and forth twice, and His Majesty also agreed. Calculating the time, now Xianggong Wen should go to Jingluo Mansion. ”

Hearing the anecdotes in the capital and the ups and downs of the prime minister, Wu Xiancheng held the hand of the teacup, his green muscles bloomed, and he looked at Feng Shixiu with blazing eyes, "Shixiu, the changes you said in your early years are at this time!" ”

"Now that the prince of the court is dominant, you have Zhao Daoji's attention, since this Qinghe view, you should have something to do!"

The words were full of affection and extremely warm. Feng Shixiu only picked up a cup of tea and poured himself a drink, but the cup and saucer in his hand shook, revealing that he was not in a quiet mood.

He was born in a scholarly family, studied since childhood, studied Confucianism and Taoism, and was originally a Jinbang Jinshi who passed the five examinations, but because he felt that the atmosphere in the court was not right, he abandoned the official and entered the Tao, and was recorded in the well-known book. Now as a Taoist official in the Daolu Division, he has great ambitions and wants to correct the righteousness of the world.

The so-called local palace view, but the mediocre people and thieves, are about to be swept away, so as to show my means...... Feng Shixiu had a good heart, but his face was gentle, and he stretched out his hand to add some tea to Wu County.

Calculating the time, Zhao Daoji should go to Tiandu Mountain.

………………

In the upper left corner of the backyard of Qingheguan, there is a small building with one or two floors, which is a very quiet place. The building is only two floors, and there is a plaque above the main entrance, which reads: Yanzhen Building.

It was built about 100 years ago and has rarely been repaired since its completion. From the outside, there is no lack of shabby feeling.

But people who pass by here, or who come here, will not have the slightest disrespect for this building. Only because of this place, it is the residence of the abbot of Qinghe Temple.

Zhang Weiyuan walked slowly to Yanzhen Building, and the little Taoist boy standing outside the building saw it and hurriedly bowed down.

"I've seen Zhiguan."

Zhang Weiyuan, in his fifties, has no fancy hair, wears a cyan legal suit, and seems to have a sad color between his eyebrows.

"Can the abbot rest?"

"Just had lunch."

"Hmm." Zhang Weiyuan walked into Yanzhen Building, and a few Taoist children in the front hall were about to speak, but they were stopped by him waving his hand.

In the back hall of Yanzhen Building.

An old man with white beard, wearing a loose home robe, was stuffing pastries into his mouth, and suddenly saw Zhang Weiyuan appear silently, and Lao Dao hurriedly stuffed the pastries behind him.

"Uncle Shi, don't hide it."

When Zhang Weiyuan saw this scene, the sadness between his eyebrows became a little stronger.

"Lao Dao ate a few pieces this afternoon...... They were all sent by Yanxiao. Guan Xixuan saw that his nephew was not good, and hurriedly handed over the "culprit".

"Alas!" Zhang Weiyuan sighed lightly.

Guan Xixuan's heart was not good, and he heard a demonic sound in his ears.

"Uncle Shi, you have the disease of quenching thirst, you are already suffering from the loss of yin and jin, the heat and dryness are favorable, and the void fire is endogenous, the most important thing is to pay attention to moderation, how can you eat these sweet and disgusting things? In addition, you specialize in sexual skills, your physical body is not strong, and now that you are over the age of the cane, you should protect your life and protect your life. Yanxiao knows how to please your old man and send you these things, I will not spare him when I turn back, and you will ...... uncle."

"Alright, alright!" Guan Xixuan hurriedly waved his hand to stop him from speaking, if he was allowed to read it, he would not be able to stop without a stick of incense.

"Senior nephew, what are you looking for me?"

Zhang Weiyuan was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses. "Uncle Shi, there was news from Xin'an Mansion just now, saying that three days ago, Zhao Daoji personally went to Tiandu Mountain and was received by Zhou Zhenren from the Donghua faction."

Guan Xixuan said with a smile: "In the realm of Huaizhou, isn't it the right thing for the new Daoji to pay homage to Tiandu Mountain?" What's so unusual? ”

Zhang Weiyuan had an unquenchable sorrow on his face, and said: "There is still a rumor in the news that Zhao Daoji and Zhou Zhenren sat down and discussed, and afterwards, Zhou Zhenren sighed to himself and was willing to bow down!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Guan Xixuan's face immediately stopped, and he muttered for a long time before he spoke.

"As soon as I came to the door, I sat down and talked about it, and I really deserved to be Jiang Yuande's junior brother."

Zhang Weiyuan sighed again, silent, and the inner hall was silent.