Because she figured it out, Mianmian became confident again. She sat cross-legged obediently, listened carefully to what she was talking about, and heard a lot of things that her mother had not said.

It is very easy to say, but it is actually difficult to do. Hundreds of schools, even if there are really only a hundred, each has something, and if you want to learn the essence, you need to spend time to study it.

So my mom and dad also said that they should never give up the opportunity to learn at any time. Even if you don't understand it at the time, you can just write it down, and after you write it down, one day the time will come, and those things will be integrated.

Seeing that Mianmian listened carefully, Yang Xian, who let go of his knot, also listened carefully.

The more he listened, the more interesting he became.

Qingxu not only talked about those theoretical things alone, but also began to combine the content he talked about to carry out on-site teaching. For example, from some simple sentences, derive Taoism, yin and yang poles, and feng shui metaphysics.

Everyone present listened to it with relish, and it was really a matter of taking care of both spirit and practice, which was very comprehensive.

Because the most fundamental reason for the festival is that the ghost gate is about to open, Qingxu also teaches meditation mantras, lightning channeling techniques, etc. Although these things are low-level, they can come from Lingxiao Temple, and they are naturally more powerful than the spells handed down by scattered households.

According to what Qingxu said, someone at the scene used the lightning guidance technique, and even split his own hand.

Yang Xian was curious and gave it a try.

First of all, luck, even if you don't have it, pretend to have it in your body, and then condense your qi in your palm...... At last!

"Smack"!

A swab-sized thunderbolt appeared at Yang Xian's feet, leaving black marks on the ground.

Those who were practicing saw this scene and were more and more surprised: What are you doing? Why is this man's thunder so thick?

Those who cultivate shallowly, sigh at this, and those who cultivate deeply, think deeper.

This posterity not only opened his eyes at such a young age, but he didn't have anything in his body at all, but he just listened to the explanation and demonstration of the Qingxu Dao Chief, and he successfully led the thunder!

Such talents, and when they encounter a good time that is not strictly controlled, if they don't have a master, can they fight for it? Try?

When everyone had different thoughts, Su Chenjin also quietly tried the method of Qingxu just now.

It's just a pity that he tried many times, but he couldn't lure the thunder out like the others.

Su Chenjin thought: This may be the talent in it, Linggen? They have no fate in this vein, so there is only Uncle Zeng who is linked to the Xuanmen.

My aunt and grandmother didn't say that they would teach them, which may be the reason.

However, the ruler is short and long, Su Chenjin didn't take this matter to heart, and still sat in place calmly.

Yongjue had actually been quietly paying attention to Mianmian's side, and he was still a little worried when he saw Su Chenjin's movements.

As the host of Shifang Temple, Yongjue has not been in contact with Su Chenjin, and today is the first time they have met. Now it seems that the Su family is indeed excellent, and he doesn't need to worry too much. changed to someone else, and saw that the hairy young man Yang Xian could achieve the effect of leading thunder once, and his eyes were red with jealousy, for example, there were such young people present, and his mentality was unstable.

Qingxu also saw that the purpose of today was to exchange and learn, so he temporarily changed it and let people who had doubts take the initiative to come to the stage, and he taught it himself.

There is such an opportunity once a year, and the people present enthusiastically sign up and take turns to take the stage to receive guidance.

The afternoon of mutual exchange passed quickly, and it was getting late.

The arrangement at night is not for everyone to stay here, the monks will chant sutras in the temple to suppress the yin qi, and Taoist personnel like Ling Xiaoguan are free to move.

No one knows what kind of ghosts will come when the ghost door opens. Three years ago, there was an incident where an evil ghost came up, picked a man who went out at night, played with it wantonly, and then killed him. Although this will cause the evil ghosts themselves to be punished, since the evil ghosts have lost their minds and specially chose this heaven to take revenge on the mortal world, how can they care about this?

In fact, the opening of the ghost door on this day was originally the evolution of the way of heaven to conform to the rules of heaven and earth, so that the ghosts who were still queuing in the underworld and had not yet drunk Meng Po soup could see their relatives again, which was originally a good intention.

But all things are born of yin and yang, there is yin and yang, good and bad always follow each other, and the mortal world can only conform to these and try to deal with the bad aspects.

Mianmian hesitated whether she wanted to go on patrol together, but she couldn't let go of her friends.

When the little milk dumpling hesitated, Qingxu Daoist came over and said, "Why is the little sister Mianmian sad, what's wrong?" Tell me about it. ”

Mianmian's milky voice said: "I'm a little worried about my friends, and I want to go out with you." ”

Qingxu said: "It's okay, junior sister, don't worry about the outside, we all remember what you said before, and we won't have that kind of situation." ”

What Qingxu said was the relevant information revealed by the ghosts who had previously caught the underworld and had friends in the New God Sect, and on Halloween Day, the New God Sect wanted to recruit a group of ghosts who had returned to the mortal world from the underworld.

The ghost will not go to the underworld and will be punished, but if it is later escaped from the underworld with help, then it is another matter.

Man can change from good to evil, and so can ghosts, just by thinking about it.

Hearing Qingxu's assurance, Mianmian laughed: "Okay, then please ask Senior Brother Qingxu." ”

As she spoke, she bowed with her hands in front of her.

Qingxu and her are peers, and it is very suitable for them to give hands to each other.

The little milk dumpling in a cute dress made such a serious salute, but it turned the void into cuteness, and he touched his beard and smiled back: "Senior sister is serious, this is what senior brother should do." ”

As the director of the supernatural management bureau and the respected Lingxiao Viewer, the others listened to the Qingxu arrangement with dignity and took the car to all parts of the North City.

Seeing that everyone was leaving, Mianmian took out her small mobile phone and posted a new Weibo on Weibo.

"Let's go home early today and go to bed, Halloween has arrived, and the nephews and grandchildren say that everyone has a nightlife, so let's have a nightlife at home today, and your relatives want to see you smoothly."

On Weibo, Mianmian listened to Su Chenjin's opinion, popularizing that the Midyear Festival is Halloween, as well as some rules on Halloween, and fans have forwarded more than 100 million.

The people of Longguo have a reverence for traditional festivals engraved in their bones, just like sweeping tombs and worshiping ancestors during the Qingming Festival, which has been passed down to this day. Halloween, in fact, will also burn paper money for relatives in advance according to tradition, and light lamps to illuminate it.

After posting on Weibo and telling fans not to play outside at night, Mianmian returned to the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

The chanting is carried out in the Mahabita Hall, where many monks sit on the futon, which cannot sit inside and extends to the outside.

As soon as Mianmian arrived, he came over in vain.

The little wolf with whirring meat stuck out his tongue and said happily: "Mianmian, listen to you, I can speak!! ”

Xiaohu also opened his mouth, hugged Mianmian's other leg, and made a milky voice: "Mianmian, listen to you, I can speak~!"

The two monsters suddenly spoke, and the monks of Fahua Temple looked proud, but the monks of Shifang Temple frowned.

If they are able to follow Yongjue to the puja, they have already come into contact with the Dharma and have understanding of the Dharma. Naturally, I also have a certain understanding of the supernatural gods and monsters, and I know that it is not easy for monsters to cultivate, and it takes more than a hundred years to turn out the throat bone and spit out human words!

How can it not be surprising that he could speak so smoothly after kneeling in front of the Buddha statue for an afternoon?

Can't you let the immature monster spend a hundred years in an instant, right?