In the evening,

A little Taoist priest knocked on Yao Zhenyi's door, saying that it was time for fasting, and asked the young man to go to the dining hall.

Yao Zhenyi had just closed the door and was about to go out after the little Taoist left, when he met Qin Xiang and Jia Yibing, who came over, so he went to the dining hall with them.

When they arrived at the dining hall, they found that only the three white-clothed women and Luo Qinglime from the Ethereal Peak were sitting in it, and the three of them found their respective places to sit down, and the last one to come in was Murong Dan, and the group of thin old men was not in the position.

The Taoist diet is extremely vegetarian, so vegetarian that Jia Yibing holds a pair of chopsticks with a sad face, and keeps stirring the shallots in the bowl to mix tofu.

This young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and a slight stubble in his chin looked at the white-flowered tofu in the bowl and said bitterly, "There is no fly meat in the bowl, enough vegetarian!"

The three white-clothed women turned a deaf ear to this, these days they have recognized the virtue of this person, bowed their heads and raised their chopsticks and then carefully tasted the tofu in the bowl, showing their politeness between gestures, like a beautiful cherry tasting the clouds, which is pleasing to the eye.

Seeing this scene, Yao Zhenyi and Qin Xiang looked at each other and smiled, and then began to taste the vegetarian food of this temple.

Everyone in the Suyou Hall fell, and the Taoist view was a coarse tea and light rice, and it fell into three points and seven points.

——

In the middle of the night,

In the room, the young man sat cross-legged on the bed, and the breath in the small world of his body became more and more long-lasting, and he vaguely had a deep spiritual foundation.

This is a sign that the Qi Refining Realm is gradually approaching the foundation building realm, and the dantian in the body turns into the Sichuan Eight Seas and slowly travels through the meridians and finally returns to merge into it.

In his divine sense, Yao Zhenyi looked at the dantian that was still stuck at eight points, and the aura was like a drop slowly falling, and he was a little helpless, and said in his heart, this cultivation path is really enough to sharpen his patience.

Now he is like the old farmer who went down to the field to graze, day after day, he had to keep an eye on it all the time, waiting for the day when the autumn rice harvest would be harvested.

"Whew—"

The young man gradually withdrew from his mind and exhaled a breath of turbidity, he opened his eyes, and looked at the table not far away, there was a stack of yellowed calligraphy on the table quietly placed in it, which was given by Lu Daochang, and the young Taoist priest said that he could copy and write when he was free, but he almost forgot this.

If I hadn't thought about it today, I am afraid that it would have been a long time before I went to check the objects in that baggage.

If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you don't think about it, you will die, Yao Zhenyi still understands this truth.

He got out of bed and put on those boots, which for some reason became lighter the more he wore them, and at last the boy felt like he was walking barefoot.

If he didn't know that Daoist Lu was a person, he would have thought that there was something wrong with the boots given by the young Taoist.

Yao Zhenyi slowly walked to the table and sat down peacefully, and then reached out to move the oil lamp on the table a little closer, and then opened the stack of calligraphy lightly.

Yao Zhenyi thought of the smiling face of the Lu Dao Chief, and his heart warmed.

In the past, in the middle of the night in the heavy rain, a young Taoist priest was anxious to carry a thin young man with a high fever on his back, went to the Sun family pharmacy in the town to seek medical treatment, and finally took the medicine back to the young man's house, the young Taoist priest sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his head and guarded him until dawn, and on the table next to him was the burned candle and a soup bowl with a little residue of medicine.

Yao Zhenyi recalled the scene in the past, and now he still remembers it vividly, although it is late at night, but his heart is surging.

The young man looked sideways again, and Hao Ran's eyes widened in surprise, only to see that after that, there were some words similar to magical powers, which read

"Passing through the secluded, exorcising the gods, forbidding water, borrowing the wind, spreading fog, praying for sunshine, praying for rain, sitting on fire, entering the water, covering the sun, resisting the wind, boiling stones, spitting flames, swallowing knives, kettle sky, fugue, walking on water, dissolving the staff, doppelganger, stealth, continuing the head, fixing, slaying demons, inviting immortals, chasing souls, dementoring, summoning clouds, taking the moon, moving mountains, picking stars, marrying dreams, fragmentation, sending staffs. ”

Yao Zhenyi had never heard of these strange words, but they were somewhat similar to the fairy stories told by the storyteller or the books of the gods.

He thought to himself, maybe it should be similar to the technique of the green-shirted Taoist priest before who single-handedly dispersed the clouds and rain.

The young man suddenly smiled and shook his head, and said in his heart, Yao Zhenyi, Yao Zhenyi, if Lu Daochang is really the immortal written in the book, how could he become the fortune teller in a small Baiju Town?

Yao Zhenyi retracted his thoughts, looked at the notebook that only pushed aside a little content, and decided not to read it anymore, but to try copying the content in front of him first.

And what made him have to sigh that Lu Daochang was careful, and there was a jade tube pen sandwiched between the stacks of calligraphy that had never been opened.

This brush head is round and pointed, the barrel of the pen is crystal clear and jade-colored, Hao Ran is only a good jade tube pen, it should be a young Taoist priest's thoughts to the teenager is not suitable for the time being to use the common visible straight and long, so specially prepared a jade tube pen suitable for the boy just to hold.

Yao Zhenyi stretched out his hand to take out the jade tube pen, it was indeed a good thing to be cool and thorough when he started, and in the upper left corner of this table was placed an ancient ink inkstone carved with stone patterns, which he specially asked for from the Taoist temple.

But which one is better to write, this is a little difficult Yao Zhenyi, it's not that he can't understand those fonts, it's just that he doesn't know which one to write first.

And when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of two of the words in the calligraphy out of the corner of his eye, he had an idea.

I saw that the young man was sitting precariously, picked up the jade tube pen and took a breath of heat, stretched out his left hand and gently pulled the sleeve robe raised on the right, and his right hand grabbed the pen and flattened the ancient ink on the table with the tip of the pen.

Writing is the most important thing to pay attention to calmness, of course, Yao Zhenyi can't do it freely now, so he can only write carefully stroke by stroke.

Yao Zhenyi now has a deep understanding, only to see him bow his head to grasp the pen to write, there are several times have not been able to finish the last stroke, and the strangest thing for him is that ordinary writing at most consumes mind, but this time the pen is vaguely subject to invisible resistance, as if it is difficult to walk an inch when stepping away, it is extremely difficult.

Just when the palm of his pen was already sweating, and when he finally finished writing the last stroke, the word became a manifestation of Hao Ran's "fugue".

“！！”

Just as the words were being put to paper, the environment around Yao Zhenyi suddenly changed, and finally turned into a void of darkness, except that he was still sitting at the table, and there was nothing else.

What shocked the boy the most was that he couldn't move, and could only stare directly at the void in front of him.

At this moment, the void environment around Yao Zhenyi Hao Ran changed again, turning into being in a temple, and his posture became standing, and his body could move.

And there was such a scene in front of the young man's eyes,

"Bang!"

A statue of a god about a foot tall was pushed by several young people in the temple and finally fell to the ground with a thud, and there was a twilight old man with angry and desperate eyes sitting next to him, he reached out to wipe the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to point at the young man and angrily reprimanded, "You-you!

One of the young men turned around, first spat at the old man, and then smiled fiercely, "Old thing! Look at it clearly! There is a god on your head?! Where is the god you worship now? Besides, Lao Tzu will kill you!!"

At last, as if they were still angry, they walked over to the debris and stepped on it viciously a few more times, before they spat on the ground, laughed and walked away outside the temple.

The old man got up with difficulty, raised his feet and walked to the side of the fragments with pain and trembling, slowly bent down and squatted down, and then reached out to pick up the fragments, only to see that there were tears in his eyes, and while picking up the fragments and putting them in the palm of his hand, he muttered in a distracted mouth, "Broken peace! Broken peace! Immortals, don't be angry, if you want to blame me, this useless old bone, but don't blame this village again......"

This year, there was a plague in the village where the old man lived, and many people died......

The picture in the young man's eyes turned again,

I saw a jade-white statue about 100 zhang tall sitting between the mountains and rivers like a god-man corpse, like a middle-aged Confucian with gray temples, and he seemed to hold something in the palm of his outstretched giant hand.

What shocked Yao Zhenyi was that above the head of the middle-aged Confucian Dharma Minister, there were four towering figures of the Dharma Phase, sitting on higher clouds, floating in the clouds, like an immortal descending into the world.

The sea of clouds rolled and surged, slowly pressing down, and kept approaching the head of the Confucian scholar.

One of the towering figures spoke in a thunderous voice, "You really insist on being like this?!!"

Accompanied by the words of this heavenly immortal, it seemed that bursts of thunder quickly rolled away in the sea of clouds, and those fleeting lightning and thunder continued to seep out from the bottom of the clouds.

The middle-aged Confucian minister who was sitting cross-legged on the ground looked up, his eyes were clear, and he said with a smile, "Come on." ”

A majestic figure on the far left held his hand into a palm, and a pillar of golden light pierced through the clouds and landed in front of the middle-aged Confucian who was sitting cross-legged, and the light scattered and shone on the world.

I saw him raise his hand and whispered, "Why bother to be obsessed, why don't you let go." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed and said, "It's nothing more than to use my strength to resist the catastrophe, what's the difficulty? ”

"Boom!!"

At this moment, a golden giant hand pushed away the clouds, suddenly slapped down, a palm on the top of the head of the Confucian Faxiang, rolling between the clouds, only to see the Confucian Faxiang sitting on the ground received this palm, his eyes Hao Ran appeared dense bloodshots, and the blood slowly flowed out of the seven orifices, but he stretched out the hand and still clenched into a fist, and the palm was as solid as a rock and was unmoved.

Another majestic voice sounded, "If you really give up your thousand-year-old Taoism, you must protect them?!!"

The middle-aged Confucian man turned a deaf ear and still smiled and said nothing, he lowered his head and looked at his outstretched fist, and saw the situation inside through the gap, it was actually a town with a vast area of thousands of miles, and this town was like a round bead in his clenched fist.

In terms of the four majestic immortal-like figures above their heads, they are inconspicuous and insignificant ants.

But to the middle-aged Confucian scholars, they are human beings, flesh and blood living people!

In the end, the middle-aged Confucian was knocked down by a punch, and then smashed on the head by a punch in the sea of clouds, and the attacks that moved the clouds kept falling on his body, and the hand that fell down with the law phase also fell, but he never let go of the palm, and finally ended up with a true body and a dead body......

The picture around him slowly changed,

It was a heavy snowfall, and in the midst of the slowly falling snow, there was a remote corner, where two thin figures squatted in the corner, trembling and shivering into their hands.

Yao Zhenyi looked closely, it was a slightly older boy and a little girl, their faces were a little muddy, their clothes were dirty, and they were covered with a thin cloth, which was picked up from elsewhere.

The young man squatting in the corner raised his head and looked down at the slowly falling snowflakes in the sky, his eyes full of hope and pain.

He retracted his gaze and lowered his head, took out a somewhat dirty steamed bun from his arms, and saw that the steamed bun boy immediately swallowed his saliva, and then he turned his head and smiled at the little girl with a cold smile, "Come, little girl, brother has a piece of steamed bun here, for you." ”

As he spoke, he handed the steamed bun in his hand to the little girl who was also squatting and shivering on the side, with a gentle look in his eyes.