Summer goes to autumn, and it is a lot cooler in the morning and evening. Xue Zhenjun was in good health, so he stopped the small stove and went to the dining hall with a Taoist priest and a fireworker monk every day.

There are three rules in the Zhongzhai Hall of Zixiao Palace, one is called the hall, one is the hall, and the other is the hall. From the 24th of the lunar month to the fifth day of the first month, you need to go through the lobby, which is quite cumbersome for more than ten days.

Most of the plains are convenient halls, and the Taoists do not pay attention to the rules, and the meals are used at any time.

On this morning, Xue Zhenjun stepped into the dining hall, looked around slightly, caught a glimpse of where Senior Brother Wang was, and immediately took the dishes and chopsticks and walked over.

"Senior Brother Wang."

"Hmm."

Xue Zhenjun said in a low voice: "Senior brother, do you still have miscellaneous books?" Recently, I've been bored with my practice, and I'm looking for some miscellaneous books to flip through. ”

Senior Brother Wang glanced around vigilantly, and then said in a low voice: "I came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look for me in the afternoon, and it happened that I got a book the day before yesterday. ”

Xue Zhenjun immediately smiled and said, "Senior brother, I'm afraid that I bought all the miscellaneous books for those single fees. ”

Senior Brother Wang glared at him and was speechless.

The income of the true martial arts priest is divided into two parts, one is called the single fee, and the other is called the book. The former is like a salary, there is also monthly attendance, if you miss morning and evening homework, you will deduct some single fees; The latter is also regarded as the bulk of the income, which is the income of the Jiao ceremony, and the silver money Dao Palace does not share the profits, but only distributes it by the Jiao Dao people.

Senior Brother Wang was originally a true cultivator in the back mountain, and the monthly unit fee was not low, but he was too homely, and he did not see him go down the mountain once in March or February, so this book instrument was naturally very rare.

In addition, he likes to read miscellaneous books, and most of his monthly income from a single fee is changed to books, so Senior Brother Wang's self-proclaimed 'poor road' is definitely worthy of the name.

Xue Zhenjun felt that if Senior Brother Wang was placed in his own world, he was afraid that sooner or later he would become a second ape otaku.

The head of the rice came over with a rice bucket, and Xue Zhenjun picked up the chopsticks and drew a circle in the bucket, which is called a circle of rice. The head of the rice immediately picked up the spoon, put the rice in the bowl, and laid out two more dishes.

Xue Zhenjun took a bite of the dish with chopsticks, chewed it twice, frowned, and muttered in a low voice: "The style of this meal is really getting worse and worse." ”

Senior Brother Wang said angrily: "How does the big stove compare with the small stove?" ”

This dish has oil and meat, and the taste is bland. Zhenwu follows the rules of righteousness, and there are five meats, four xins, and four fasting rules.

The four fasts refer to beef, mullet, wild goose, and dog meat; Five meat and three spices refer to green onions, leeks, garlic, shallots, coriander, peppercorns, cumin, and star anise.

Because chili peppers have never been passed down from the Americas, otherwise they will become five meat and four spices.

In this way, such fragrant dishes can not be touched, peppercorns, cumin, star anise can not be placed, and cooked in a large stove, the taste can be good.

Xue Zhenjun's small stove stopped for ten years, and this big stove became more and more unaccustomed to eating, and he practiced boxing and sword practice every day, carrying qi and blood, and his body consumed a lot.

Hungry in his stomach, Xue Zhenjun simply mixed the two dishes in the rice bowl and swallowed them. But I thought in my heart that this is not always the case, and I need to fight my teeth occasionally. Why don't you go to the back mountain and catch the prey, find the Taoist to cook and eat it.

Counting the time, Master Yuan Deqiong has been in retreat for more than two months, and Xue Zhenjun has only met that Taoist once during this period. This old Buxiu and Sister Nacui cultivated a three-point vegetable field in the stone flat of the back mountain, and they were at ease every day.

Especially Sister Cui, who cooks a good dish, and the fragrance is attractive.

After hastily eating and brushing the dishes and chopsticks, Xue Zhenjun and Senior Brother Wang left in a hurry. He left Zixiao Palace through the back door and went straight to the back mountain bamboo forest.

At this time, the autumn is high and cool, the birds and beasts are fat, and it is a good time for hunting. Just walked out of the woods, and saw the bamboo forest boulder from a distance, the two women stood with swords, slightly confronted, and then went around together, and for a time the two swords flew up and down, like butterflies fluttering.

Xue Zhenjun looked fixedly, the slightly shorter figure was Yin Suqing, and the flying fire sword in his hand folded out of the Dao Xiaguang, fast and slow; The tall figure is its guard An Zhen, this woman has a single-edged long sword in her hand, silk cloth is made of tassels, and the posture of holding the sword is quite strange.

But seeing that he held a sword in his right hand and silk in his left hand, his hands moved together, and the single-edged sword in his hand drew circles back and forth, looking for flaws or splitting or stabbing, the moves were simple, but extremely deadly.

After a moment's glance, Xue Zhenjun secretly worried in his heart, he was afraid that this An Zhen was feeding Yin Suqing, it was a little bit of a situation, An Zhen obviously found three flaws, but every time he couldn't trigger it.

Yin Suqing attacked for a long time without success, launched a ruthless attack, and the sword was like dense rain in the sound of Jiaojiao's shouting, abandoned the sword road method, and slashed indiscriminately.

He secretly thought in his heart, Yin Suqing was in such a state of mind, and he didn't know what happened to him. Partial An Zhen is on the side, this woman is not a good word, now is definitely not the opportunity to ask, you have to find an opportunity to ask again.

After thinking about it, Xue Zhenjun retreated into the forest, circled twice, found a nest of hares, ran a few steps and rolled a fat rabbit in the air, and pinched the hare's ears with his open hand. Refining the grain and refining the essence in March, Xue Zhenjun's body is becoming more and more full of qi and blood, and he is no longer the sick and weak boy he was a year ago.

The hare kicked around for a while before it stopped, and Xue Zhenjun identified the direction and walked towards the stone flat in the back mountain.

However, in two moments, Shiping was close in front of him, and the sound of silk and bamboo came. When I got to Shiping, I saw Zhang Daoren's old man lying on a bamboo chair like an uncle, and Sister Cui was leaning in front of the bed in the grass house, blowing a tactful flute.

When Sister Cui saw Xue Zhenjun, she immediately put down the bamboo flute, and the flute called: "Langjun, there is a guest here." ”

"Hmm...... Well? Zhang Daoren opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of Xue Zhenjun, and immediately said: "But it's a villain, Lao Dao hasn't made up his hands recently, and the money has to be delayed for a year and a half." ”

Xue Zhenjun shook the rabbit in his hand: "When have you been generous?" And rest assured, this time it's just for the tooth sacrifice. ”

Only then did the Daoist see the gray rabbit in Xue Zhenjun's hand, and immediately smiled: "It's not just a matter of urging you to repay the money, Cuiyun, and cook this rabbit, and then bring the old Dao's pot of old wine." ”

Sister Cui replied in a low voice, came out of the grass house, gave Xue Zhenjun a little blessing, picked up the rabbit and turned around to deal with it.

Plain hand soup soup, red sleeves add fragrance at night, this old man does not repair and I don't know where to come from.

Zhang Dao is old and refined, and when he saw Xue Zhenjun's unkind expression, he immediately coughed and said, "Didn't your master let you come to find the old way, why did you find it again?" ”

Xue Zhenjun said: "The small stove is changed to the big stove, it is really tasteless, endure it for more than ten days, and today I really can't bear it, so I simply caught the game and beat the tooth sacrifice." After a pause, he said, "Zhang Daoren, how is your cultivation of the art of war?" ”

Zhang Daoren's face was straight, and he said solemnly: "Why do you adopt tactics?" Hugh wants to listen to your master's nonsense, Lao Dao's recent cultivation is obviously the Xuanmen Yin and Yang dual cultivation technique. ”

Xue Zhenjun was not polite to this old man, he pulled straight over the bamboo chair and sat down, and said leisurely: "Picking war, yin and yang double cultivation, what is the difference?" ”

"You boy doesn't learn and don't know how to do it, the difference is big!"

The former takes women as the furnace and the dregs, and the latter regards the partner as a Taoist friend, and the difference between the inside and the middle cannot be counted.

The Taoist said it with a white face, and seeing that Xue Zhenjun didn't care, he immediately woke up, and what he said was just mockery.

Zhang Daoren suddenly sneered: "Don't underestimate the dual cultivation of yin and yang, if you practice properly, it will be okay to soar in the day." ”

"Huh, so wonderful?" Xue Zhenjun caught a glimpse of a book on the armrest of the bamboo chair, and picked it up casually and held it in his hand.

I listened to the Taoist and said: "The old Taoist is a monk halfway, and when he leaves home, his wife and children are strong, and his congenital essence is lost early, and he will not have the opportunity to soar in his life." After studying for more than ten years, I realized the method of making up for it...... It's just that you boy is just a beginner, and you know how to practice! ”

Tsk, this old man doesn't even look down on himself.

Xue Zhenjun said unceremoniously: "Don't talk nonsense, my master said, you are just an ordinary Taoist, where did you come from?" ”

Zhang Daoren was unconvinced and said: "That's your master's clumsiness, don't you hear about it and return to the basics?" ”

Xue Zhenjun was energetic, leaned back, waved his hand and said: "Come on, come on, the old cultivator shows his hand and let the younger generation take a look, don't just talk about it and don't practice." ”

Zhang Daoren's expression was stagnant, and his business was a little lower, and he said: "I said it earlier, the old Taoist cultivation went wrong, and now there is only one hand left to take advantage of the test...... Don't pout, when the old Tao makes up for what he owes before, you will definitely want this boy to throw himself to the ground. ”

"Hey, then I'll wait." Xue Zhenjun leaned on the bamboo chair, too lazy to take care of the hard-mouthed Zhang Daoren, opened the scroll casually, and said: "This is very ...... to see."

Xue Zhenjun's pupils shrank suddenly, his figure stood upright without self-examination, holding the scroll in both hands, but when he saw the strange words on the scroll, he could recognize a few words after a little recognition.

His expression changed drastically, and he turned the pages again and again, confirming that this book was completely strange writing, and immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "Zhang Daoren, what kind of book is this?" ”

"Book from heaven."

"Book from heaven? And this weird text ......"

Zhang Daoren moved a bamboo chair by himself, sat down and said: "Since it is a book from heaven, it is natural to write it with a cloud seal." ”

Xue Zhenjun's heart turned over the river and the sea, this strange text, finally knew the name and source. He entered the mountain for a year, because of the vision of the gray snake, he always studied the Taoist treasure in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and naturally knew that the cloud seal heavenly book said.

There are two solutions to the cloud seal, and nowadays it is probably the text used to write the talisman of the Daomen, also known as the cloud book. Although the text is deformed, it can glimpse the origin. Another solution is a bit of mythology.

It is rumored that the river map and Luo Shu are written in cloud seals, which are innate characters and contain great mana.

The former Xue Zhenjun sees it daily and is accustomed to it; The latter is far-fetched and largely nonsense.

But the words made by the vision of the gray snake dancing should be on the cloud seal heavenly book, and Xue Zhenjun can't think about it, could it be that the river map and Luo Shuzhi are true?

He couldn't help but say: "Could it be the cloud seal used by Hetu and Luoshu?" ”

Zhang Daoren snorted and didn't want to pay attention to it.

Xue Zhenjun was anxious: "Pay back!" ”

Zhang Daoren shook his head and said, "Why are you still in a hurry?" Hetu and Luo Shuyi are just rumors. Daozu Zhang Daoling soared, and spread the Taoist and descendants. In later generations, the Taoist people got the Tao Urn, and they could serve the ghosts and gods in the Urn. ”

After a pause, he said: "Little boy, that Dao Ancestor is not the first person to ascend, do you guess that before this, those Ascended Immortals left what blessings to future generations?" ”

Xue Zhenjun blinked, looked at the Cloud Seal Heavenly Book in his hand, and then looked at Zhang Daoren.

I saw Zhang Daoren nodding: "Although I don't know its name, however, the cloud seal must be left by the predecessors of the cultivators, and it will not reduce its prestige today." Little boy, but do you want to learn? ”