Staying in this hall, Fang Cun seemed to have forgotten the time.

This small hall is shabby and dilapidated, the window paper is broken, and the doors are exposed to the wind, but on the contrary, such a small hall seems to have a mysterious atmosphere, which is difficult to find on weekdays, and even difficult to detect by mana.

But staying in this hall for a long time will also give people a different feeling.

One is that he is not hungry or thirsty, although Fang Cun has embarked on the road of cultivation, but he has never thought about Bigu, when he was in the Shoushan Sect, he had to eat three meals a day, and he ate exquisitely and heartily, and sometimes, he would even be like in his previous life, he could not move to have afternoon tea, but now in this small Taoist hall, he has forgotten the time, and he does not know how long it has been.

During this time, he did not feel hunger and thirst, or even tiredness.

It was as if, in the flesh, the temple had frozen the state in which he had first stepped into the threshold, and there had been no change.

Another difference is that this temple is very easy to make people fall into peace.

People often have this situation, that is, when they want to think about something, sometimes they will have a flash of inspiration and quick thinking, but sometimes they will have distracting thoughts, half the work, and even the mind can not be restrained, and it is difficult to clarify the clue, and then in this hall, Fang Cun has never had this feeling, but feels that his own sea of consciousness and thoughts seem to have been in a state of clarity to the extreme, and all his knowledge and knowledge and seeing are coordinated at a terrifying speed.

In such a state, even his cultivation and knowledge are rapidly improving, all the six classics and magic scriptures that he has read before, which used to be somewhat confusing, but now they have all turned into his own knowledge and integrated into his own sea of knowledge.

I have a feeling that if I practice in another place for three years, it will not be as useful as staying here for three days.

Maybe it could be described in another way.

In his previous life, no matter how hard he studied, he couldn't go to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

But if there was such a Dao Hall in the previous life, it might be extremely safe to stay in it for three days.

and even benefit for a lifetime.

It's just that, although his cultivation is extremely fast, but the answer to push open the fifth door, Fang Cun still hasn't found it, this has nothing to do with the Dao Palace, just because, Fang Cun feels that his background is shallow, like barren and shallow soil, unable to raise a towering giant tree, which makes him feel depressed and tired in his heart, like a drowning person, trying his best, but he can't poke his head out.

And in the midst of this trouble, one day, he opened his eyes slightly and rested slightly.

Then he saw the scroll of the Dao book that had been stuffed in from under the somewhat broken wooden threshold of the Dao Temple.

Slightly curious, he unfolded the scroll, and then he was instantly attracted by the scriptures inside.

This volume of Taoist books looks extremely ordinary, and even the outside is a little broken, but the content recorded in it makes his eyes shine, but there is a kind of dry land, like encountering a long-lost rain, and he fell into it in an instant......

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Outside the hall, the stars are moving, time changes, and the residual lamps in the hall are like beans, almost eternal.

Reading the contents of the book carefully, he intuitively seemed to have countless questions solved, but at the same time as these problems were solved, many new questions appeared, and he forgot everything around him, only immersed in the scriptures, and made him completely let go of the intentional tempering of his mind on weekdays, only rejoicing because he had gained, and suffering because he could not understand some places.

This state has reached the extreme, and there are times when he even forgets whether he is awake or in a dream.

He only vaguely felt that he seemed to have come to a strange world, which was like a quiet valley, the sun was shining, the water was clear and the forests were dense, the weeds everywhere covered the heaven and the earth, there were birds and birds singing in invisible places, there were mythical beasts and birds, running and flying far away, a place completely devoid of red dust, only by the stream, there was an old man with crane hair sitting and fishing.

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is simple and complex!"

"People's hearts are strange, people's hearts are strange, people's hearts are good and bad!"

Fang Cun read the content of the Taoist book, shook his head, and was a little disdainful: "What kind of thing is this, is it smooth?"

The old man fishing by the stream greeted with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

Fang Cun glanced up at him and said, "Dao Shu!"

The old man who was fishing was curious and smiled, "What is the Tao?"

Fang Cun said: "If you can't write this word, I can teach you!"

“......”

The old man was choked for a moment, and then smiled: "I'm asking Xiaoyou, where is the Tao......"

Fang Cun shook his head and said: "This question is too big, but if you want to ask with a shelf like this, then I will answer you with a shelf, to put it big, the Tao is everywhere, the starry sky and the universe, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, to say smaller, the Tao is only in the heart......"

"Woo ......"

The old man was a little surprised: "Xiaoyou's understanding is not low......"

Fang Cun said: "Reluctantly!"

The old man smiled and said: "At a young age, you can see the Book of Heaven and Outer Dao, and you can have such an understanding, what kind of fate and blessing is this, why look at you like this, but you are not happy, and there is no joy?"

Fang Cun listened to this question and was silent for a long time.

Sigh faintly: "I won't do this question......"

“......”

The old man was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "Show it to me!"

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......

Beheading the corpse, in the courtyard.

Shi Dao man still sat quietly at the threshold of the side hall, guarding this small Taoist temple, just as he has been doing, sometimes, he will slowly open his eyes, look at the direction of the Taoist hall, see that there is no movement inside, he will continue to be silent and rest, and every certain time, he will also get up, bow to his master's corpse regularly, and then sigh deeply.

It's just that compared with the quiet and peaceful harmony in the corpse beheading view, it is getting more and more lively outside.

After all, the red dust is not as quiet as the inside of the view, and the days should be lived, and they have to live.

Today's Qingjiang City, it has been a year since the ghost judge, the extermination of the seven clans, and the rescue of the spiritual well, no matter how big the waves are, they are gradually subsided, and when the order is reorganized, and all the legends that have become the talk of the people, a group of Qingjiang Qi refiners have also looked at another thing, that is, the triennial Qingjiang Daxian Meeting.

Originally, the Great Immortal Society should have been recruited a long time ago.

It's a pity that because of the death of the old Mr. Fan of the original county guard, the new county guard is only concerned about making money, and the six sects are also busy dividing up the business connections and businesses left over from the seven clans, and even the rivers and lakes in the Qingjiang River are also being reshuffled, so no one cares about it.

And if you want to hold the Great Immortal Meeting, you need the six sects to work together, and you have to get the consent of the county government, and even preside over it.

But when the six joint letters were handed over, they sank into the sea.

After inquiring curiously, they found that the current county government, and even the Divine Palace, couldn't take care of this stubble.

Another thing is rapidly sparking a lot of discussion.

The messenger of the song came.

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A year ago, Mr. Fan was exposed as a ghost official, died in shame, and left a testament before he died, it stands to reason that he died as a sinner, which should have been pointed out by Wanfu, but I didn't expect that after his death, all kinds of truths were exposed in front of people, and everyone also knew that this old gentleman was incarnated as a ghost official, just to kill some people who escaped the punishment of the law, and to kill some guilty but not dead, so his reputation is getting louder and louder, not only the people of Qingjiang, but also worship him as a god, and even this reputation has spread to the court.

He had such a reputation during his lifetime, and after his death, he was praised on the altar, and the old man's legacy naturally no one dared to despise it.

Led by a group of old Confucians in the old scholastic institute, they all expressed strong support, and some people were very moved after carefully studying the old man's last words, and felt that although this matter seemed to be a big rebellion, it seemed to be a big rebellion, but it was also quite reasonable to study it carefully......

Therefore, the court quarreled and quarreled for a long time, and the wind gradually settled, and it was decided to send the envoy to come and have a look.

For a time, Qingjiang, or the entire Turtle God Kingdom, was greatly shaken.

Clear-eyed people know that if this old Mr. Fan's last policy becomes true, I don't know how much impact it will have on the business connections of the land, and I don't know how much impact it will have on today's Qingjiang or the Turtle Kingdom.

Under such disputes, naturally many people came to visit Fang Cun and wanted to ask for some strategies.

It's a pity that after everyone came, they were all sweating on their heads in fright, and they slipped away quietly.

Now the hall built by Fang Cungongzi's own fingers is inhabited by others, and the good tea, wine, and food he usually enjoys are now unceremoniously occupied by another person, and even the rattan chair where he usually lies down and looks at the stars is lying on another person.

Between the slender fingers of the Nanhuang God King, he took a wicker stick and slapped it on the ground with a "swish".

Not far away, the little fox who was walking on a horse and swaying was immediately tense, holding his head high, and looking ahead.

"If you want to cultivate the "Martial Scripture", you have to endure hardship!"

Nanhuang God King lazily said: "At the beginning, I asked if you like the Book of Books, or you like the Book of Martial Arts, you secretly told me that what you like is actually the Book of Martial Arts, in this case, the God King will teach you the Book of Martial Arts, but unfortunately, I and Fang Lao Er's methods are not the same, if you want to teach you well, Fang Lao Er looks shrewd, but he can't teach his apprentices, and you have built your foundation so well, you haven't learned any real skills, and now it happens that I am free, how can I not give you a good foundation?"

"Stand firm!"

"Straight waist, shoulders, belly and tail, hair is not allowed to be fried, mouth is not allowed to pout, and heart is not allowed to complain!"

“......”

The little fox could only straighten his face, and earnestly tied his horse steps, tears flowing.