Ye Yao understood what Zhang Sanfeng meant. Compared to what his younger brother told him, Shi dared to be the so-called

"Send a big opportunity" is so sincere, but it is the euphemism that this Wudang Taoist priest said at the moment is more acceptable.

I heard Zhang Sanfeng continue: "In fact, about this proverb, the heads of the past generations have not paid too much attention. As we do, we follow our hearts and go with the flow, and we can't be disturbed by external objects. The bad thing is that Han Youyu's unsuccessful outer door kid provoked you, so let Zhang Jiuding's old guy pick up the feces from five hundred years ago and smell it again. I don't know if it's a coincidence or a mistake, but at the moment, it's really more fitting this proverb. Stopping at the door of a side room, Zhang Sanfeng began to reach into his arms and rub the old mud on his body.

"Zhang Xutuo, that old guy, really saw the next five hundred years. Damn, I'm not even sure what will happen in five days, this old guy really has a hammer ability. Zhang Sanfeng, who is unscrupulous, has the appetite of a great monk, and the two great monks who have been listening to the book of heaven and can't figure out anything in the clouds can also understand this, grinning and agreeing.

"What are you capable of?"

"Hammer skills." Ask and answer, enjoy yourself. It seems that only then did he remember that there were two great monks behind him, and Zhang Sanfeng blocked Zhang Jiu'e from opening the door.

"Two little masters waiting outside?" The two monks cooperated surprisingly this time, and they didn't even want to say more, just like two door gods standing at the door, and this reaction made Ye San really a little puzzled.

Signaling Zhang Jiu'e to open the door, Zhang Sanfeng made a further explanation,

"I'll take you to see my Taoist lotus pond." In the astonishment of the sisters and brothers of the night family, Zhang Jiu'e opened the clever copper lock and pushed open the thin wooden door that was extremely incompatible with the lock, but when he saw that the two great monks had no warning, they ran in short bodies like needles.

That's right, quiet obedience is not the style of these two great monks at all. Ye San thought even more.

It's just that what Ye San can't accept is that the next moment in the blink of an eye, the two big monks stopped their bodies abruptly, and they didn't see Zhang Sanfeng make a move, and their left and right hands were on the monk's shoulders, letting the big monk break free without moving at all.

Not only the hands on their shoulders, but also their feet, as if they were connected to the ground, unable to move.

Such as rooting. Immediately after that, the mushrooms sprung up and broke out of the ground, Zhang Sanfeng's arm was closed, and the two great monks who stepped into the Vajra realm and could be immovable were pulled back unexpectedly but reasonably.

The castration was especially severe, and he went straight over the corridor railing and fell outside, falling and gnawing on the mud.

"Little monk, the monks do what they say, and they don't speak." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile. The two great monks have never suffered such a loss, even if they know that they are not opponents, these two tiger men are about to step forward with their sleeves rolled.

In these two great monks who are supposed to cultivate Bodhi and purify their hearts, they have to fight, they have to fight, they have to fight if they can't, and the momentum must be sufficient, and the word escape is absolutely indispensable.

It was a water qi and said: "I was distracted just now, let's try again, if you can move me this time, I will kneel down and kowtow to you." This side of the night is about to open his mouth to block, Zhang Sanfeng has already waved his hand, just a wave of the sleeves of the robe, the air flow is rolling, together with the night of the third watch standing in the middle, as well as the mountains and rivers far away, they can clearly feel the breath rolling here.

The wind and clouds change in the wave of the hand, nothing more than that.

"Daoji Holy Master is also a big man who has achieved positive results, and after decades of inconspicuous enlightenment, the four major enlightenments are empty, and the seven emotions and six desires are exhausted, why are you two so impatient, and your anger is too heavy." Intimidated by this mysterious skill, even if these two reckless people who never consider the consequences of doing things, they are also a little apprehensive, and this cultivation that easily drives the power of heaven and earth is not exactly the means of immortals?

Although there may be a world of difference between the immortals in the world and the immortals in the heavens, in the eyes of those who seek the Great Dao to prove immortality, what is the difference between the ability to control the power of heaven and earth beyond cognition and the so-called immortal means in the eyes of the world?

It's not impossible to wave your hand and disappear, you can frighten people, whether he is in heaven or on earth? A mountain and a river couldn't help but retreat a little, thinking that his master was also far away back then, he could wave his hand to let the two of them turn several times, which had nothing to do with the gap in cultivation, it was out of instinctive fright.

After all, he has been beaten since he was a child, and he has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and has a deep memory.

"If you have the ability, let's fight each other." Yishan shouted very spinelessly, but he never got closer,

"Whoever shouts pain first is the grandson." Zhang Sanfeng laughed,

"You two melon babies, it's really pleasing." Afraid that these two restless monks would continue to mess around, Ye Yao said at the right time: "Okay, don't look foreign, wait here first." "One thing descends one thing, I'm afraid of Jiazi at home, I'm afraid of going out to be far away, anyway, the big monk who is not afraid of heaven and earth is considered to be obedient to the two women of the night family.

The two big monks beat the snake with the stick, and anyone could see that they were already cowering in momentum, but they were still hard-mouthed.

Yishan pouted and said: "I'll give you a face, and I don't have the same knowledge as him." "A water echoes,

"That is, when you can save it, you can say that our Buddhism is more and less deceitful." Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand into his arms again, as if this Taoist priest who was completely contrary to the purity of the Taoist sect and was always sloppy and unkempt always made such a displeasing action when he was happy.

He wasn't angry, and still showed a liking for these two great monks who were obviously a little strong in front of him.

"After solving the matter here, I have to go down the mountain and discuss with the Daoji Holy Master, so that the two of you can abandon the Buddha and enter the Tao, and Zhang Yunji will be the senior brothers." A water disdain,

"Look at my master's beating, you are looking for teeth all over the ground." provoked Zhang Sanfeng to laugh heartily. Ye San was completely convinced of these two monks, and he couldn't wait to arch the fire and let this unfathomable cultivation of the chest-bracing Taoist priest be killed.

Obviously, the idea is also unrealistic, although he has always ignored the pair of senior brothers, but Ye San knows that the two male and female apprentices in the Sage Temple are the weakness that the self-deprecating old and immortal monk can't touch.

He beat him and scolded him, others, not to mention doors, there are no windows. Ye San sighed, quite helpless.

"Annoying!" Ye Yao's tone was impatient, and he was not polite to the two great monks at all. The two great monks shrunk their necks, not daring to breathe, and gave Zhang Sanfeng a provocative look before leaving, which caused the Taoist priest to laugh.

For a family of great-master uncles and ancestors to fight with others, Zhang Jiu'e was afraid that he would be more helpless than Ye San, and he had already quietly walked into the wing, turning a deaf ear to what was happening outside.

Pity this old Dao, who has been ruined again and again by his own elders, who are more than ten years younger than him, but he doesn't dare to be angry or speak, so he has to suffer by himself.

Entering the house that was as inconspicuous as many side rooms, Zhang Jiu'e cautiously closed the door, stepped on several obscure directions of the secret hexagram in a row, and then turned the machine spring to rumble, obviously opening two stone doors down on the clean ground that had to be cleaned every day, followed by a bottomless road.

This time, it was Zhang Jiu'e who entered first, holding a fire fold and igniting the lamp oil embedded in the wall. As the line of fire spread rapidly, the end was bright in an instant, and the entrance of the light was also glowing and yellow, Zhang Jiu'e let go of his body and stood respectfully on the side.

Listening to the subtle sound of the wind coming from the corridor in the underground secret room, even if he couldn't see it, he could guess a rough idea at this time.

Zhang Sanfeng said politely when he shouldn't be polite: "Please." Ye San couldn't help frowning. But Ye Yao didn't know if it was out of sight and clean, and it was strange that he was insufficient, and raised his hand to signal Ye San to help himself over.

"This is the tunnel, the Chamber of Secrets." The night three is more quietly reminded. Ye Yi simply grabbed his brother's arm,

"Can you eat people?" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but chuckle and said: "The female donor is calm and peaceful, and she is a person with great ability, and the night donor is a little childish. "Ye Sangen is now annoyed by this bare-chested Taoist priest, just like a few hours ago Shi dared to deliberately pat himself on the back all the time, and now this Taoist priest who is more like a sorghum stalk than a water spares no effort to praise Ye Yao, and the intention of flattering is very blatant.

But he always compares himself, and Yesan is even more unhappy.

"If you say another bad word about my brother, I'll leave immediately." Ye Ya Yi finally showed some anger,

"I don't care who you are, whether it's protecting or covering, if you have something to say, don't be weird." Zhang Sanfeng showed an excellent temper, but it seemed that he had touched the other party's bottom line, this Taoist priest was still smiling, raised his hand and slapped his mouth, and said: "I just opened my mouth like this, there is no doorkeeper, the female donor is not to blame." It made Zhang Jiu'e feel quite embarrassed.

Ye Yao'er's protection of his family is obvious to all, and Zhang Jiu'e really can't understand why his great-master uncle has to challenge the other party's temper.

You must know that in contact on weekdays, this first person in Wudang, who speaks and behaves in an unobtrusive manner, treats outsiders without even talking to them.

Could it be that just like just now, Uncle Zeng was testing the heart of this blind woman? Zhang Jiu'e was confused for a while.

Ye San even hugged his sister to enter the Yongdao, different from the kind of vegetable oil outside the mountain that has a pungent smell when burning, the lamp oil made of special pine resin exudes a faint fragrance, which makes people smell a burst of meditation for no reason.

On the walls on both sides of the road, the first thing that enters is the handwritten "Tao Te Ching" 5,000 words, the fonts are of different sizes, there are Juanxiu Xiaokai, there are elegant wild grass, there are some unexpected typos, and there are more strokes like the children who have just gone to school to write crookedly.

Apparently not written by one person. One after another, on both sides of the ninety-nine steps that symbolize the ninety-nine to one, there are as many as seven or eight articles.

Seeing that the night three watches watched all the way, Zhang Sanfeng introduced: "This is the person I sent to write the heads of the past dynasties, and those who are literate will write a few more sentences, and those who are illiterate will write a few." Ye San suddenly remembered that it was the same as here, on the knife wall in his own sect of escapism, whenever a knife was born, the knife caster would make a knife engraved on it, meaning opening and opening.

There are countless dense books, and there are many books of thousands of people here. Ye San was a little stunned, his mind was tossing and turning, as if there was a gas machine circulating, and Yingying made a refreshing warmth in the corridor.

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help frowning, and glanced at Zhang Jiu'e who had caught up. Pure martial artists outside the mountain, can actually have a trace of connection with the Daomen, the night three more closed his eyes to feel, and then let go, the body has never been filled with qi since this period of time to the nine turns of the realm seems to be active in the breath, that day and night is really a breath of 90,000 miles of meridians, a knife can break the nine heavens.

He was thinking, the domineering at that moment was soaring into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the whole body is comfortable, and the 3,600 pores seem to be gasping one by one with the breath, and a trace of breath is born from the sea of qi, and it travels around the body in an instant, and the whole body is comfortable.

It is like a spark and a prairie fire. Every inch of land is like turning over with one hand, and the end of the day is examined. Heaven and earth are born in this place, and all things are one at this time.

A good nine turns, nine turns between heaven and earth return to the yuan, and see everything. Breathing is natural, and breathing is Chang'an.