It was still early, and after Xue Gong returned to Zixiao Palace, he simply went to the Scripture Pavilion. In the past few days, I have been reading the Taoist treasures, and I have not read the scriptures less, but I have never seen a vision.

He secretly speculated, but he was afraid that he knew it and didn't know why. When he was flipping through "Lao Tzu's Notes", there was a sound of footsteps approaching.

Xue Jun only thought that Senior Brother Wang was placing the Daozang, so he read it with all his heart, and never looked up. No, the footsteps stopped at his side. Xue Jun looked up, only to find that the person who came was not Wang Zhenliang, but Xu Qiuxuan.

The old capital said that he was over seventy years old, and it was one of the few sixth-generation high roads in Zixiao Palace. He only occasionally shows up in his morning classes, and spends most of his time hiding in the back mountains to practice.

Xue Jun hurriedly saluted, Lao Dujiao nodded, and asked, "Can you understand?" ”

Xue Jun replied honestly: "I don't seem to understand." ”

Xu Qiuxuan frowned slightly, and said, "Can you listen carefully when you preach the scriptures?" ”

"Back to the capital, the disciple has just entered the mountain gate, and the foundation is thin, so when he preaches the scriptures, he listens carefully and seems to understand whether he understands or not."

"Who is your master?"

"Family teacher Yuan Deqiong."

Xu Qiuxuan's brows stretched: "Yuan Deqiong has been down the mountain for more than ten days, and he has not returned yet, so it is no wonder that no one has solved your doubts." After that, Xu Qiuxuan staggered over, stopped after a few steps, turned his head and said: "If you have the heart to solve it, you can come to my room every night." ”

Xue Jun was immediately overjoyed: "The disciple thanked him and said it." ”

They all nodded and smiled, walked a few steps, and chose this Dao Zang and walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as they left, Wang Zhenliang said with envy: "Senior brother and brother are lucky, they all talk about reading through the Taoist Tibet, and the scripture kung fu can be described as the best martial arts." You have to give advice, and the junior and younger brother will definitely succeed when he enters the Tao one day. ”

Xue Wei hurriedly said a few words of humility, but his heart was also excited. There is a way that is lonely and does not stand, two visions before and after, once in a dream, and once in front of him, so far he has not understood the truth. But after the two visions, Xue Jun only felt that his mind was clear, and his energy was simply different from before.

If there were no such benefits, why would he be poor in the Scripture Pavilion?

In the past few days, I was suffering from no one to advise, so I bumped into the old capital, which is really sleepy and came to send a pillow - just in time.

Thinking of asking the old capital for advice in the evening, Xue Wei simply borrowed the note, and even at dinner, he couldn't let go of the book. I also prepared pen and ink, and copied the words and sentences that did not know the truth in it, which can be said to be fully prepared.

In the evening, Xue Feng tidied up his clothes, put on a big hat, and walked towards the host courtyard with the scroll in his hand. There is a quiet room in the host courtyard, but Xu Qiuxuan does not live here in ordinary times.

Xue Jun was afraid of recognizing the wrong door, so he asked a fireworker halfway to ask for directions, and confirmed that the lights were on in the room, so he solemnly patted the door.

However, the door opened without wind. Xue Jun looked up and saw that the old man was talking about sitting on the table, holding a volume of Daozang in his hand and studying it carefully.

"It's all about it, the disciples are here to bother and ask for advice."

"Okay, come and sit down."

Xue Jun entered the room, turned around and closed the door, tiptoed to the bookcase, and moved a stool to sit down. At this time, Du Chuan had already put down the Daozang and said kindly: "Zhenjun, what do you want to ask today?" ”

Xue Gong reacted for a long time before he remembered that he was a disciple of the eighth generation of Zixiao Palace, and his Taoist name should be Xue Zhenjun from now on. He immediately took out the note and said, "The disciple studied the note of thought, and there are many unclear points in it, and I also ask the old man to explain the confusion." ”

Xu Qiuxuan frowned slightly: "Want to note? This scripture is suspected to be a forged scripture by Zhang Lu in the name of Zhang Daoling. What is said in it is only the words of one family, and it cannot be fully believed. ”

Xue Min was dumbfounded, and was stopped as soon as he entered the door. Zhang Daoling is the ancestor of Dao, Zhang Lunai is the grandson of Zhang Daoling, and Hanzhong was divided in the early stage of the Three Kingdoms. The two are direct blood relatives, but whether this is written by Zhang Daoling or Zhang Lu, the difference here is big.

If it was written by Daozu Zhang Daoling, later generations of practitioners should take it as a guide. Because the Dao Ancestor has ascended to the Dao; If Zhang Lu wrote it, then it is really as Xu Qiuxuan said, just look at it - because Zhang Lu is dead.

Xu Qiuxuan was stunned when he saw Xue Xuan, and said with a smile: "This is poor speculation, and it is not accurate." Poor Dao still has some experience with Xianger, so I'll tell you about it today. ”

Xue Jun hurriedly thanked him, sat upright, and listened to Xu Qiu's preaching.

The old man talks about reading through the Taoist collection, and what he talks about is not comparable to ordinary preaching. Xu Qiuxuan compared the original text of the Tao Te Ching with 5,000 words, and compared it back and forth.

Xue ...... Xue Zhenjun only listened to it for half an hour, and then found this idea quite interesting. The Tao Te Ching is a collection of philosophical, political, and economic books, which have been reinterpreted as a book to guide spiritual practice by adding, changing, and deleting.

When encountering words that can't be added or changed, simply add annotations, and after misinterpretation, they can be logically self-consistent, whether the author is Daozu or Zhang Lu, this kind of technique can be regarded as a genius. It's just that since you have such thoughts, why not just start from scratch and write a Taoist scripture, why do you have to distort the Tao Te Ching?

Xue Zhenjun pondered for a while, and vaguely guessed the reason inside. The Chinese people respect the ancestors of heaven and law, and like to find examples in the pile of old papers, so as to increase the persuasiveness. Several changes in history have all been based on ancient innovations.

It wasn't until the old man came out of nowhere to cleanse the earthly cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods that he broke the convention of thousands of years. I think the same is true of the writer of this text?

Xue Jun collected his mind and listened carefully. I heard the old man talk about the mouth, and the Tao turned into a personality, with desires and words, joy and anger. He had a slight understanding in his heart, and while he was thinking about it, a vision suddenly appeared.

Two gray snakes suddenly flew out of the note, flying up and down, sometimes paused, as if a little less Liao characters, and sometimes like two hooks spinning around.

In an instant, two gray snakes rushed to the face, penetrated into the intestines, and then disintegrated, turning into a trickle, circulating hundreds of limbs. In a moment, he gathered directly at the top of his head.

The instantaneous clarity was like a small bottle of cool oil poured into the nose during heat stroke, which directly aroused Xue Zhenjun's spirit, followed by indescribable comfort.

The people in front of him all talked about Xu Qiuxuan as if he hadn't seen it, but when he saw Xue Xuan's sudden excitement, he immediately put down the scroll and asked with concern: "Zhenyun is cold?" After decades of poor Taoist practice, I didn't come up with a reason, but my body was healthy and cold and heat did not invade, but I forgot that Zhenqi had a bad disease. ”

"Oh...... Well, it's not tight, it's draped. Xue Zhenjun came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Please continue to talk about it." ”

Xu Qiuxuan put down the scripture and asked, "Just this paragraph, do you have doubts?" ”

"It's all about analysis and distinction, and the disciples have no doubts."

"Oh? So what is the meaning of the sentence 'Ceres is immortal, is it called Xuanyu'? ”

Xue Zhenjun immediately said: "Gu people, you want to also." If you want to make God immortal, you should keep yourself. The one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one The body is safe, and the female statue is like it, so it is not opened. ”

"Good!" Xu Qiuxuan nodded in approval, but instead said: "If you are greedy, you can't chew it badly, so let's stop here today." In the future, you can come to my room in the evening during morning class. ”

Xue Zhenjun immediately stood up and bowed: "Yes, the disciple must obey all the instructions." ”

It is said that Xu Qiuxuan is a cultivator, and after delaying others for an hour, Xue Zhenjun did not dare to stay any longer, and immediately picked up the Taoist scriptures and bowed down to withdraw.

When he turned back to his ear room, Xue Jun dropped his thoughts, felt out the jade on his chest, and lowered his voice with joy: "Baby, baby, it turns out that I need to understand the Tao Sutra before you can reveal your magical powers." It's just that what is the use of your supernatural powers besides clarity of ears and eyes? Can I be cured of my carbuncle? ”

The jade bi is simple and clumsy, and the seed material is only ordinary, and there is no magic in it, nor does it answer Xue Gong's question.

Carefully put away the jade, Xue Gong's heart was agitated. Just now, two gray snakes collided into him, but he comprehended a strange word - on.

What is above? Gao also!

Heaven and earth are shaped, the heavens are above, and the earth is below. The earth is above, and the sky is below, then it is all a thing. In this way, the upper is respected, and the lower is humbled.

After the silent drum sounded, Xue Zhenjun was not sleepy, but energetic. According to the rules in Zixiao Palace, the lights must be turned off in each room of the silent drum, and those who do not change their teachings will be 'urged'. This reminder is not the meaning of urging the implementation of the contract in the modern sense, but urging you to leave the order, to put it bluntly, it is to live in the Taoist Palace, which is equivalent to sweeping the floor and going out.

Xue Zhenjun naturally didn't want people to find mistakes and omissions, so even if he was in good spirits, he still turned off the lights, changed his clothes and lay on the bed.

Tossing and turning all night, he didn't know when he would go to sleep, and the next morning, before the drums were beating, he woke up. What's even more amazing is that there is no sense of burnout.

Xue Zhenjun secretly thought, once this vision comes, he will be a little more energetic, and he will sleep a little less every day, and there are more strange words to be recognized, won't he have to sleep in the future?

There is no morning class today, Xue Zhenjun has already practiced the Zixiao six-character formula, and Senior Brother Liu only occasionally comes to the door. On this day, he got up in the morning and practiced the six-character formula for a full hour, until he was out of strength.

He was immediately overjoyed, and in this way, he recognized the strangeness, not only did he have clear ears and eyes, but even his body and bones were a little better!

He did not receive the send, did not pay attention to the palace duty, sprinkled and swept and other chores, and after eating the fragrant breakfast, he hurried to the back mountain.

Xue Zhenjun was familiar with the road today, and went straight through the forest, and after only two moments, he arrived at the bamboo forest where the trap was laid.

The three traps were easy to find, but what disappointed him was that the steamed bun crumbs scattered were not eaten by birds and beasts or blown away by the wind, in short, there was no trace, but the trap was the same.

He found a bamboo stick and tried it, and found that his skill was booming, and the force required to trigger this mechanism would only be activated if a sheep stumbled on it.

After discovering the problem, Xue Zhenjun immediately adjusted it slightly, and tried again, and this time the mechanism was much more sensitive. He sprinkled some steamed buns again, hoping that he would have some harvest in the future.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, when he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar figure standing next to a boulder, wearing a hat and cloak, turned around and glanced at Xue Gong, and immediately smiled and said: "Little Xue Gong, have you ever caught prey?" ”